Jes’ gimme summah all de time, An’ lemme take it easy. Jes’ lay back in de cloveah beds An’ dream whah it am breezy. I doan kyeah fo’ no robe ner crown Ez long ez I kin wollah ’roun’ An’ nebbah hab to hoe de grown’. Ha! ha! yo’ thinks Ise lazy! I’d spawk an’ court Miss Lissy Jane— Umph! but I’d cut er spluttah! I’d tell her dis, I’d tell her dat, Fus’ one thing den er nuddah. We’d ramble whah de wild flow’rs bloom Dat fill de air wid sweet scent ’fume Whah dey’s no clouds an’ dey’s no gloom! We’d sot de worl’ to fiuttah! I’d git mah banjo fum de wall An’ now an’ den go plinkin’! I’d make de dahky’s heels jes’ itch To dance ez fas’ es winkin’! I’d make her sing, I’d make her moan, I’d sen’ er tone to Gabriel’s throne, I’d play dem tricks befo’ unknown, I’d sot de fo’ks to thinkin’! I kno’ yo’ thinks dis dahky slo’ An’ tawkin’ jes’ fo’ blowin’! An’ buildin’ castles in de air, An’ debbilment er sowin’. It’s jes, prezaxly lak I say, Jes’ shows Ise ol’ an’ shows Ise gray. Befo’ de Lawd! it’s almos’ day! To bed! de chicken’s crowin’! PAWSON JOHNSON AT DINNER. He’p you’se’f, mah bruddah, Jes’ make yo’se’f at home! ’Kaze yo’ am no stranger To Siss Wiggle Sloam. Go ’head on dat chicken, ’Kase it tissen skace! “Doan’ yo’ worry, sistah, I is in no has’e! “Lan’ sakes, Sistah Wiggle, You’ treat me lak er king! Ha! ha! ’skooze me, sistah, One mo’ chicken wing! Tote me few dem waffles, Chittlins good an’ hot! Ebbah thing ise eatin’ Trabbles to de spot! Lawd Gawd! Sistah Wiggle, I jes’ seed dat possum! Hiden’ an’ er grinin’ ’Hine dat sunflow’r blossom! ’Fo’ I’d let dat possum Git out o’ mah sight, Th’ow erside mah Gospel, To de las’ I’d fight! Bruddah, kain’t yo’ sortah Gibb er little toas’? ’Deed I kain’t, Gawd knows it, Whah dey’s possum roas’! Feed de lambs, mah Sistah, Whut de good book say! Yo’s fulfillin’ Scripshah Treatin’ me dis way!” GO ’WAY, MAH HONEY. Gitin’ sortah ’ristercratic Go ’way, mah honey! Sistah Jane, de ol’ roommatic! Go ’way, mah honey! Th’ow’d erway her dress o’ mattin’! Wearin’ silk an’ wearin’ satin’! Right in style, de lates’ patte’n! Go ’way, mah honey! Wearin’ hoops, an’ got er bustle! Go ’way, mah honey! When she passed, Lawd, how dey rustle! Go ’way, mah honey! Umph! she stepped lak Queen o’ Sheeba. Clah out dressed ol’ Sistah Feeba, Hel’ her trail lak dat Miss Neeba! Go ’way, mah honey!